Novel & Cerita Dear Mr Hamilton Book

Chapter 43 The Last Stand The conference room was brighter than Helena remembered. Glass walls let the midday sun spill across the sleek marble floors, casting sharp lines and reflections. Her company’s emblem gleamed on the far wall, once a symbol of pride. Today, it felt heavier, like a name she was about to surrender.

“You mean you?” “Yes, me. I really did care for you Ela. And as for your new flashy life, good luck with Alexander Jackson. He’s not exactly known for keeping it in his pants either. He had so many beautiful women before you and for some reason no one could ever think of, he decides to settle down with you. Instead of raising your shoulder’s, you should be using your head, asking yourself why this man decided to reduce himself to you as an option. This is not something that was created to last. It’s just another entitled, powerful man, flexing his muscles. And I’m sorry, you will not find me when he throws you out with nothing, and you’re left more miserable than your parents left you, than

He knew that Finnick had offended a powerful figure in Northspring, but he did not expect that person to be someone from the Hamiltons. Bo replied respectfully, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.” Mr. Hamilton then asked indifferently, “Do you have any problem going to Room Segunda?” Bo was momentarily stunned before he said, “No problem at all.” An amusing smile appeared on Mr. Hamilton’s face as he said, “Did you see that, Mr. Sullivan? Mr. Zachry is smart. You should learn from him.” Finnick lowered his head. He did not expect that he would get humiliated so much in front of Kayson today.

The maids moved quietly around us, placing food on the table. For a few minutes, the conversation remained light. Mostly Anna talking, and Zayn pretending not to listen. "Do you remember when you broke Mr. Thompson's nose?" Anna suddenly asked. Zayn didn't even look up from his plate. "No." "You do." "No." "You absolutely do." I found myself smiling again. Anna pointed dramatically. "See? This is what he does. If a story embarrasses him, suddenly he develops memory loss." "I wasn't embarrassed,” Zayn said.

The living room was expansive, basking in natural light and modern elegance—marble floors, towering windows, and a grand piano Hamilton never touched. I glanced around. Empty. My gaze fell on one of the maids setting glassware on the dining table. “Where’s Hamilton?” I snapped, not bothering to mask my irritation. “Master Hamilton is with Sir Felix… in his room,” she replied quickly, bowing slightly as though she’d made a mistake by even existing. I tossed my hair back and turned without a word. The hallway to Hamilton’s room was quiet—too quiet. I already knew what I was about to walk in on.

"Good evening, Colonel." "Sweet dreams," said Oskar, who then left on his big motorbike. I was tired. I decided to go straight to bed as soon as I found a mattress. However, my hand found a book behind the pillow that said 'DUNA DIARY'.

"Both of you should hurry up and eat. You can just ignore me." "Julia, let's talk for a bit..." The room door was then opened. Julia wiped her tears and let Summer in. Summer raised her head and glanced at the room. It was neat as well as tidy, and she could see that Julia meticulously tidied it every day. "Young Master!" Samson was sitting in the living room when his assistant ran in from the outside. "Why are you in such a panic?" Samson asked softly. "Irene… Irene Hamilton is dead."

Bad thoughts take over and I almost go back home, but I don't waste time getting out of my car as soon as I find a parking spot. Reaching my office, I open the door and hear someone behind me. Turning around, I see Mr. Lawrence standing there. "Dear, Mr. Hamilton was looking for you earlier." He looks away and stares at the wall. "I do hope you don't think I am prying, but you shouldn't mix business with pleasure. Mr. Hamilton isn't a man you should get involved with if you want a relationship. He is a womanizer."

I chuckled, making him laugh too and he let me go just in time as Samantha came back, pretty and proper as always. “You look beautiful, sis. Are you ready to go ?” I asked and kissed the top of the head. “Let’s go brother. I love you,” she said with utmost sincerity. “I love you too, baby girl,” I said and we three headed out. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA!